7. Lost and Found
"Are you happy?"
"Sir?"
"Are you happy, Quistis?" Cid is sitting at his desk, acting like this is the most normal conversation in the world, and Quistis isn't sure how to answer him.
"Happy, sir?"
"Yes. Happy."
"...How so?"
There's a brief, uncomfortable pause.
"With Irvine."
"There's...Irvine, sir?" She's stalling, and they both know it, but Cid waits patiently for her answer.
Happy?
She can't remember the last time she ever deliberately applied that word to herself, but she supposes...maybe...Yes. Maybe "happy."
Better than she has been, anyway. She tells Cid as much.
"That's good," Cid says with a nod and a knowing smile. "Good. Now, about these reports..."